Pooja Mandla<span class="bp-verified-badge"></span>
5th February, 2012
10:00 p.m.
Dear diary,
Today, I’m confessing my love for him to you
As I hear the reverberations of him;
singing unsung-words with me,
Like thousands of birds sing romantic-melodies,
My emotions embrace in harmonious rhythm,
And I would pour my heart out and unveil my love prism.
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To let him hear the amorous song of me;
To let him feel the depth of my heart,
To let him see the pinnacle of my devotion,
To let him perceive the delicacy of my soul,
To let him even measure the firmness of my mind for him!
**
Ah, I know! It may not be as deep as an ocean
But suffice to immerse him in my love portion.
The devotion may not be as tall as Mount Everest,
But enough would be the heat to let his heart melt.
**
The delicacy of my soul may not be as soft as roses
But it is Proximus to its scale to entwine our souls.
He’s my life; my love, else I am barren;
Bereft of moisture; devoid of love and compassion.
…
8th February, 2012
10:30 p.m.
Dear diary,
Obligated, I breathe for survival
But, he’s the breath of my life;
My energy; my driving force to strife,
The magic of my love is hidden in the ink of my pen,
Will the words eternally fragrant in his charm?
…
12th February, 2012
10:30 p.m.
O diary; my other half, don’t be neutral this time and tell,
Should I knock his heart’s bell,
And confess my feelings to him on Valentine’s Day,
To let his breath fragranced with my love bouquet?
Will he meet me the way an ocean meets the horizon
And accept my love, and make my life brighten?
Will he eternally let me rise and fall, and fall and rise,
In the rhythm of his existence?
….
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Diary as a friend beautifully written
Thank you, ma’am 💚💚
Beautiful. “ The magic of my love is hidden in the ink of my pen”- True, every word inked by you sways with magic of your live. Loved it Pooja💚💚
Thank you, dear Gowri💚💚 Your words of appreciation mean the world to me.💚💚
Superb poem, Pooja. So beautifully written. 💚
Love the passion-soaked words, and especially these last lines:
‘Will he meet me the way an ocean meets the horizon
And accept my love, and make my life brighten?
Will he eternally let me rise and fall, and fall and rise,
In the rhythm of his existence?’
Thank you, dear Moonmoon💚💚 It means a lot to me coming from you💚Glad you liked those lines 💚💚
Confiding to a diary… Wow… Pooja… It’s really good
Thank you Kirti💚💚Glad you liked it 💚💚
Pooja dear. This is beautiful and heartfelt. Confiding in a diary. So well done. And the last stanza is out of this world. Great poem dear.💚
Thank you, dear Natasha! It means a lot💚💚
Reminds me of all the silly little things I used to pen in my diary… Wonderfully captured thoughts Pooja💚💚💚
Thank you, dear Sonali 💚💚
What a lovely read!
Thank you, dear Amrita 💚💚
Beautiful!!
Thank you, dear Sai💚💚
What a beautiful poem Pooja! Loved the depth of emotions you’ve put in this piece and the closing lines – just wonderful ❤️
Thank you for your priceless words of appreciation, dear Nikita 💚💚So glad you liked it.💚💚
I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem and its final lines, ” Will he….existence?” is like a music to my ears.Pooja, you have well captured the true essence of love. Truly, one of the best poems of Poattic-6💚💚💚
Your words of appreciation mean the world to me! Thank you so much for reading, dear Indrani💚💚